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More sciency fiction.
With grovelling apologies to anyone with even the slightest taste, it’s a special OWK poetry day! You see, I – no, come back! Really, it’s not that bad, and anyway at least there are pictures of –
Hello?
Anyone still here?
Oh well, just you and me, then. OWK poetry, anyway, all based on the kind of traditional British canon I learnt (but perhaps suprisingly given my interests did not actually have beaten into me) at school. More difficult than it looks, even done this badly, especially as there is essentially no one-word rhyme in English for ‘kingdom’, or for that matter ‘Owk’.
Just in case any of you are interested, puzzled or just entirely short of better things to do sitting there, as you are, in front of a computer with your trousers down around your ankles, the actual poems these are mangled from are, in order:
The OWK ladies once more reminisce to a fictional (but enviable) interviewer, about the best of the best of days. In fact, they reminisce at great length, at least in comparison to the space available for an ordinary caption…
Perhaps one day I’ll post the transcript of the whole interview here, if I ever get round to making it up.
Lovely Mistress Mina. And lovely someone else, too.
From a song by the lovely Toyah. She once interviewed the strange, rather disturbing but oddly exciting Miss Martindale, of Aristasia fame, you know.
Images are unrelated, unless they’re not.
More captions from a bygone age. Several bygone ages. But all featuring enchanting unfairness from the fairer sex.
I’m glad to say.
NB, nursenicoclinic appears no longer to be operating (pun intended) but if anyone can find someone to whom I should be crediting the image of this lovely if occasionally rather malpractising lady, please speak up.
I will listen hard to your tuition.
The divine Miss Chambers, from Cruella. Oh that nose…
Some nursery rhymes to help you relax and go to sleep. Everything will be fine.
Oh, you didn’t realise that I wrote poetry?